In the pavilion in the pavilion, in the final battle of the Wuji Banquet on the Sword, the extreme power collided, and the whole world collapsed.
Outside the battle, all the venerables were affected, and they all got up and retreated in a panic.
Above the main seat, Mei Wuhen and Jing Wuxia, who are protecting the sword pavilion, bear most of the remaining power, and they are so powerful that they can't help but surging.
A little bit of blood dripped, and the veil dyed red to cover his face, Jing Wuxia ignored his injury, and looked at the battle ahead, his eyes were full of worry.
"ended"
Mei Wuhen spoke in a calm tone.
During the battle, the aftermath dissipated, and two figures emerged. Suddenly, a muffled groan sounded. Above Shui Wuyue's heart, blood mist spewed, sword energy erupted, bringing out a waterfall of dazzling blood flowers.
The sword that stopped, did not move forward, Ning Chen looked at the woman in front of him, a little brilliance flashed in his eyes, and said, "Why?"
"No reason, I lost"
Shui Wuyue took a half step back, barely stabilizing her body, and her expression was a little weak.
Unexpected results, outside the battle, the strong swordsmen looked shocked, no one thought that the ninth son of Momen would really win this game.
"Second Sister"
On the left side of the main seat, Jing Wuxia's figure flashed, came to the battle situation, and supported the seriously injured Shui Wuyue.
"Help me back," Shui Wuyue said tiredly.
"Um"
Jing Wuxia responded lightly, looked at the figure on the main seat, and said, "Big sister, little sister, take the second sister back to rest first."
"go"
Mei Wuhen said lightly.
Jing Wuxia looked back, glanced at the young man in red in front of him, and said softly, "Young Master Ning, congratulations"
After speaking, Jing Wuxia didn't say any more, and carefully supported the person beside him and walked towards the rear of the hall.
The two left, and in the hall, everyone's attention returned to waiting for the result to be announced.
In the main seat, Mei Wuhen glanced over the red-clothed figure below, a smile appeared on her graceful and beautiful face, and said, "Mr. Ning, congratulations on becoming the chief of this Swordsman Promise Banquet"
In a word, Lin Yuzhen breathed a sigh of relief during the banquet, and finally, he did it.
In the Shuiyue Palace, Jing Wuxia walked back with Shui Wuyue, her face covered by the veil couldn't hide the worry, she carefully helped the latter to sit down beside the bed.
"Second sister, are you really unable to take the last sword?" Jing Wuxia asked softly.
"Why do you ask this question?"
Shui Wuyue slowly opened her eyes and said.
Jing Wuxia was silent for a moment, and said softly, "No reason, just intuition." Shui Wuyue closed her eyes again, and said lightly, "Don't think too much, the ninth son of Momen is no longer as strong as me, and he is still in the end. I have reservations. If I go all out, I don’t know how far it can go. However, just now
In the last move, he has indeed surpassed me."
Jing Wuxia nodded lightly, although the second sister denied it, but she felt that the second sister still kept her hand at the end.
Apart from the cultivation base, just talking about swordsmanship, the second sister has even surpassed the eldest sister, and is the most outstanding swordsman genius in the sword pavilion for thousands of years.
"Little sister, I am unable to compete for Fengming Sword, this matter may be handed over to you," Shui Wuyue reminded.
Jing Wuxia was stunned, and there was a struggle in his eyes.
"Second sister is tired, you go back first, the banquet is not over yet, you can't leave for too long" Shui Wuyue calmly said.
"Well, second sister, you have a good rest."
Jing Wuxia nodded, said something softly, and immediately got up and walked outside the Shuiyue Palace.
In the pavilion, in the main hall, the result of the sword discussion has been decided, and the new chief of the sword-shang Wuji banquet appeared, and everyone got up and sent congratulations.
In the main seat, Mei Wuhen stepped down from the high platform, with a smile on his face, and his graceful and luxurious temperament made people look at him frequently.
"Mr. Ning, according to the agreement, my sword pavilion will do one thing for the chief of the Wuji banquet on the sword, as long as it is within my power, I will never shirk it," Mei Wuhen said softly.
Hearing this, Ning Chen waved his right hand, and the phoenix fire swirled out. In the flames, the two broken divine soldiers manifested, and a powerful and unusual sword intent filled the air, shocking everyone present.
Seeing the two swords in front of the former, Mei Wuhen's eyes narrowed slightly, so strong sword intent, these two swords are not weaker than the Tai Shi sword in this child's hand.
"Master, I want to ask the sword pavilion to help repair these two swords. I wonder if it's feasible?" Ning Chen said seriously.
At this time, behind the main hall, Jing Wuxia walked over, stood silently, and waited for the elder sister to make a decision.
"Can"
After watching for a moment, Mei Wuhen nodded and agreed.
"Thank you"
Ning Chen breathed a sigh of relief and said politely.
"should do"
Mei Wuhen said something, looked at the woman beside her, and said, "Third sister, send Ning Gongzi's two swords to the sword tower later."
"Yes"
Jing Wuxia nodded in response. After explaining, Mei Wuhen looked at the swordsmen who were present and said with a smile, "I know that everyone here is a person who loves swords and loves swords. There will be a waiter to take you to the sword tower tomorrow morning. The magic weapon that Jiange has collected over the years,
You can choose one and take it with you at will, it is a part of my sword pavilion's heart."
During the banquet, when everyone heard the words, they looked at each other with strange expressions on their faces. The sword pavilion had hidden soldiers, but they were all of extraordinary quality, and each one was invaluable.
"Thank you my lord"
Everyone got up, bowed in unison, and thanked them.
"Master Ning"
Aside, Jing Wuxia stepped forward and said softly.
Ning Chen nodded, sent out the Star Soul and the Sword of Life, and handed it to the woman in front of him.
Jing Wuxia took the two broken swords, thought for a while, and said, "Mr. Ning, it will take a lot of time to repair these two swords, please don't be impatient."
"Um"
Ning Chen nodded and replied, "Third Pavilion Master is troublesome"
Jing Wuxia smiled gently, without saying much, and walked towards the sword tower with two divine soldiers.
During the banquet, the strong swordsmen of various domains also began to withdraw one after another. They witnessed several peak battles in one day, and the turbulence in their hearts was difficult to calm down for a long time.
Ning Chen, Mu Changge, Lin Yuzhen, etc. then left. In front of the pavilion, Mu Changge stopped for a while, looked at the young man beside him, and said, "Ning Chen, what's going on here, where are you going?"
Ning Chen was silent. After a while, he shook his head and said, "I don't know yet. Right now, I just want to step into the fairyland as soon as possible. Other than that, I have nothing else to think about."
Mu Changge nodded and said, "It's your words, I believe you can do it, there will be a period in the future, I hope there will be a day to meet in the future."
Ning Chen regained his senses and said in surprise, "Senior Jianzun won't you wait until you go to the Sword Tower tomorrow before leaving?"
"No"
Mu Changge shook his head and said, "Everyone's way is different. For me, a sword is enough. Listening to Tianque is my sword and my way."
Ning Chen set his pace, bowed respectfully, and said, "Senior's affection for giving swords, this junior will keep in mind, this kindness is unforgettable." Mu Changge looked outside the sword pavilion, and said, "You have understood the sword eleven, It shows that your understanding is far beyond ordinary people, but Sword Twelve is completely different from Sword Eleven, you don't care whether you are angry or not, you can only understand this trick if you thoroughly integrate the previous eleven styles.
, I can only help you with these, the rest is up to you."
After that, Mu Changge didn't stay any longer, and walked towards the outside of the Jiange.
In front of the hall, Ning Chen looked at the back of the former who was gradually receding, and his heart flashed with emotion. After a while, he looked at the people around him, and said, "His Royal Highness, let's go back."
Lin Yuzhen nodded and walked towards the small courtyard in the distance.
From the sword tower, a pure and flawless white dress came. In the center, fire waves surged, and on the sword-casting platform that was cast by the power of earth fire, the terrifying temperature brought another heat wave, making people dare not approach.
Jing Wuxia stepped forward, waved his hand, and the two broken divine soldiers flew up and slowly submerged into the flames.
"Sanmei, you seem to be very concerned about this son's affairs."
At this moment, Mei Wuhen, who was wearing a dark red dress, came from behind, looked at the woman in front of the sword casting stage, and said.
Jing Wuxia returned to her senses, startled in her heart, restrained her thoughts, shook her head and said, "Eldest sister is joking, after the incident in the ancient battlefield, Ning Gongzi's name has already spread all over the world, and the younger sister has heard about it, so it's just a little more curious."
"is that so?"
Mei Wuhen smiled slightly and said, "It seems that the eldest sister is really thinking a lot. Originally, the eldest sister also wanted to match you and this Young Master Ning. This person can win the chief of the swordshang Wuji banquet, and he is barely worthy of my sword pavilion. Beautiful Three Pavilion Lord"
Jing Wuxia's body was shocked, and she immediately shook her head and said, "Big sister, little sister's heart only belongs to the sword pavilion, there is nothing else to think about, big sister, don't think too much"
Mei Wuhen nodded and said with a smile, "Since you have made up your mind, eldest sister doesn't force it, just concentrate on making up your sword. This Young Master Ning has an amazing sword cultivation level and understands the sword scriptures. If he can use it for my sword pavilion, he will It's a big help"
"Um"
Jing Wuxia replied softly.
The next moment, Mei Wuhen's figure faded away, and after a short while, disappeared from the sword tower.
Jing Wuxia breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and turned his eyes back again, looking at the two divine soldiers floating in the flames, with a complicated expression.
She didn't expect that Young Master Ning could really become the chief of the Swordsman Wuji Banquet, but it was still hard to know whether this matter was a blessing or a curse.
On the sword-casting platform, fire waves surged, and in the flames, the fate sword and the star soul ups and downs, the sword breath circulated, and it chirped softly.
Outside the sword tower, the sun is setting, the moon is rising, and in the small courtyard in the distance, Ning Chen is quietly contemplating, beside him, the small gourd is riding a small green gourd around in the courtyard, so happy.
In the room, Lin Yuzhen closed her eyes to heal her wounds, Feng Ming was in front of her, the red aura lingered, and both the sword and the sword breathed together.
"Little Gourd"
Outside the hospital, Ning Chen felt the situation in the room and said.
"The Fairy"
Hearing the call, the little gourd swayed and flew over and whispered.
"Go and help the girl in the room," Ning Chen urged.
"Yes"
The little gourd responded softly and flew into the room in front of him with a sway.
"Do you still care about others?"
The demonic energy surged, the demon body appeared, and he said in a cold voice, "Your injury is no better than that of the Qi Wang, this sword pavilion is full of strangeness, and your mind will not be unaware of it, right?"
"The enemy doesn't move, I don't move." Ning Chen looked at Tian Tian Hanyue and said calmly, "Little Gourd has limited abilities, so it is impossible to help me and King Qi heal at the same time. Restoring combat power is more urgent."